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Thus pass'd the night so foul , till morning fair Came forth with pilgrim steps , in amice gray , Who , with her radiant finger , still'd the roar Of thunder , chased the clouds , and laid the winds , And grisly specters , which the ...
Thus pass'd the night so foul , till morning fair Came forth with pilgrim steps , in amice gray , Who , with her radiant finger , still'd the roar Of thunder , chased the clouds , and laid the winds , And grisly specters , which the ...
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Night hath better sweets to prove , Venus now wakes , and wakens Love . Come , let us our rites begin ; ' Tis only daylight that makes sin , Which these dun shades will ne'er report . Hail , goddess of nocturnal sport , Dark - veil'd ...
Night hath better sweets to prove , Venus now wakes , and wakens Love . Come , let us our rites begin ; ' Tis only daylight that makes sin , Which these dun shades will ne'er report . Hail , goddess of nocturnal sport , Dark - veil'd ...
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Was I deceived , or did a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night ? I did not err , there does a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night , And casts a gleam over this tufted grove : I can not halloo to my ...
Was I deceived , or did a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night ? I did not err , there does a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night , And casts a gleam over this tufted grove : I can not halloo to my ...
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